Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.